So today I was at Food 4 Less with my mom, waiting in line to pay.
There was a little girl, about the age of 4 or 5, in front of us with her mother. She had a little stuffed brown chihuahua with her, it was so adorable. She started asking me questions and her mom said not to bother me, I told her mom it was fine. Me and the girl started playing with her little stuffed animal, I told her about Marshmallow and she seemed happy to hear about her. I then noticed the red rash-like looking marks on her skin and how thin her hair was. She pulled me away and told me, "You're older so you have to be smart. Please tell my mommy I'm okay and I don't want to see her crying because I'm sick. Tell her I'm okay, I just don't want to see her cry anymore." I then realized she had cancer. The thin hair and redness were just from chemotherapy. I had to keep a composed face and told her, "Sometimes mommys cry because they're scared. If you see her crying, hug her and let her know you're fine." It's amazing how this happened in a matter of a few minutes.

This young girl is brave. I wish young Emily and her mother the best.